Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"... These will be our last line of defence, and we'll activate them if we don't have the chance to safely retreat to the gate…"

"You heard the man, let's do it!" the king shouted, while others yelled in response. They all moved and started activating their formations. As for William, he remained in the tunnel, took out his Troll, and started activating it.

From experience, he knew it'd take an hour to activate this Troll, just almost the same time needed for the three formations to get ready. He decided to go all out this time, over-infusing the Troll with his spirit power, so it'd have a much broader range and fiercer power in its attacks.

The moment they started using the formations, everything changed. They finally found their time to breathe, and killing the endless stream of enemies without the need to personally get involved was like a heaven-sent gift to all of them.

One formation got depleted after another. And by the depletion of the first batch of formations, they all realised why William acted stubbornly before.

They all thought these formations would buy them enough time to retreat, but that wasn't true. The moment the formations got depleted, enemies ran towards them, crossing the area cleared by the formations in mere tens of seconds!

It was insane! And if not for William to establish the next set of formations closer, they'd have suffered and had to fight desperately again.

They realised William was right, realised he got a point in refusing all of their shouts and demands before. If he listened and built the formations back then, things wouldn't have changed much for them, and they'd have ended up suffering again.

Seeing this made William smile and nod in satisfaction. He knew they had the reason behind his constant rejection.

"I hope they are ready at the other side," William finished activating the Troll in forty minutes, twenty minutes less than what he initially expected and aimed for.

"What enemies?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You mean the ones we expect to appear from that single hill?"

Many exclaimed in surprise, even the ones who were going to help him and the king in activating the Troll.

William could only sigh, "Do you think the enemies here won't follow us out there?" his words landed, and all of sudden they all realised what he wanted to convey. And frankly speaking, they were shocked by it.

They were totally immersed in fighting and planning to get out of here to miss such glaringly obvious points. And when they realised it, they all fell into silence.

"You heard him, we need to fortify the gate out there," the king was the first to speak, the first to get a better hold on himself, "let's go, we'll try to buy you enough time to do it."

There wasn't enough time to do any of that. All of the masters here were exhausted and terribly wounded. And they were this close to the gate.

The last line of defence was the Trolla and the five formations William built inside the tunnel. They weren't enough to delay the enemies more than two hours, three at most. And that meant they had little time on their hands.

Once realising this, they didn't stop anymore and started to run towards the gate. The masters who were supposed to help William and the king to power up the Troll stood and poured their spirit power into it. While another group of masters, led by Fang, decided to wait inside the tunnel.

"We'll buy you more hours by activating the formations slowly," Fang shouted, "it's lucky that the first formation is lightning, my type, hahaha!"